This is
my new Gabby baby. Arg I cannot wait to see how this one turns out.
And don't forget I love your reveiws so don't hesitate to tell me
what you want to see. Enjoy!

Gibbs
practically ran down the steps, "Tony!" he yelled, running past
him to his desk, "Get the car, Now!" Gibbs ripped open his
drawer, expertly attaching his gun to his belt.
Tony almost beat him to the elevator.

Gibbs took
the wheel, speeding through the traffic dodging left and right madly
weaving through red lights and dashing past trucks on the wrong side
of the road. Tony was thrown about like a rag doll and sensed
immediately that something was very wrong.
"Where are we going boss?" Tony asked as they hit the curb, his
head narrowly escaping injury from the ceiling. "Abby has been
kidnapped. Her assailant contacted NCIS asking for me." He swerved
to miss a car. The silence allowed Tony to process the information.
"What do they want?" he asked. "Me" He said with a low growl
through his teeth. 'This is going to get nasty.' Thought Tony.

"I'll
keep you safe Abs. I promise." He said as he kissed her on the top
of her head, his arm wrapped around her. He
gritted his teeth, pressing down on them
violently. If anything happened to her he
would never forgive himself. 'When I find that bastard, I'm going to
kill him.' He thought. All the muscles in his body tensed, adrenaline
pulsed through his veins. He was ready for anything.

The
car stopped, Tony recognized the house immediately-Abby's house.
Gibbs drew his gun, and Tony followed suit. Gibbs sidled up to the
house, back to the wall, gun at the ready. He signalled for Tony to
go in the front as he went around the back. Tony waited a few
seconds, giving Gibbs time to scale the
fence, before he kicked the front
door in. Tony pointed his gun down the hallway, Clear. He poked his
head around the first door way on the right, then entered, It
appeared to be a living room. It smelt faintly of gunpowder, black
silk hung from the windows. Tony paused in the room before returning
to the hallway, the blood red walls caught his attention. There were
clothes all over the floor and the furniture; mainly mini-skirts and
stockings: all black. He moved closer to
the wall, pointing his
gun in the direction of the door to ensure he was still alone. The
wall may have been painted the colour of blood but there was an
unmistakable splatter of real blood on the wall adjacent to the door.
Tony analysed it for a second, praying that
it wasn't hers. There was a crash in the kitchen, Tony crouched
instinctively on the floor gun at the ready. He skimmed down the
hallway, back flat against the wall next to the the open door,
peering around the edge of the doorway he peered around the edge
coming face to face with Gibbs' gun. Gibbs relaxed, lowering his gun.
He nodded to Tony and they separated
continuing on to find any hiding assailants. They met in the hallway
a few seconds later. "I think it's safe to assume that we're alone
her boss." Gibbs nodded solemnly. "But, there's
something you should see." Tony led him
to the lounge. He pointed out the blood on the wall, Gibbs stared at
the splatter, face almost touching the wall. He left the room
wordlessly. He went outside and pulled out
this cell. "Ziva, you and McGee get down here, bring
some extras with you too. I want this house swept clean for any clue
where he might have taken her." Ziva talked in his ear, something
in the grass caught his eye. He shut the phone with a snap. Pulling
on a glove, he bent down and picked up the object, a silver skull
about the size of his fist. He turned it over and read the
inscription. "1600hrs. East side of the
bay. Alone. Or she dies first." "Tony!" he came running,
looking quizzically at the skull. "Bag
this." he said dropping the skull into
his gloved hands. Gibbs opened the drivers
side door and stepped in. "Boss?" "When the rest of you get
here I want you to search everything in that house. When you get some
answers call me, not before!" He turned on the engine with a roar
then sped off down the road, leaving a
patch behind him. Tony gazed after him for a moment, read the
inscription and re-entered the house.

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